They'll Never Know Us

I wrote this early february. It's... I doubt many people will figure out exactly what it means but I like this piece.

Things are ending Can't you feel it? Winter is throwing hail at your window But we won't be coming inside for much longer. He will leave and she will break And I will be the one still standing at the station.

Wonder when our lives will let us down.

They claim this is the land of opportunity But when you look at the dirt on her dress And the tears on his trousers We know it's a lie and that's fine.

He'll move with her and I'll move with him This dance can't end until she falls fast asleep Then he will confess those devastating four words, "I'm not coming back." Which is good of course Because we couldn't handle it if he did.

But even so this is ending. All those years ago the hands trembled Not understanding how this works But now things are ending.

Her hands are firm and she's outstanding He's become gorgeous and the most wanted But me? All I ever do is complain and talk Spouting nonsense at the station waiting for someone I'll probably never know who it is that I'm waiting for.

So these memories will fade Don't have to lie to me I know the truth and I understand It's going to hurt like hell isn't it?

We're being forced to move on Our childish days are over. But I still feel like that child at the station...

The one being left behind.

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